broken eyes, he’s between her thighs
broken heart, her legs apart
mind on her, his brain a blur
mind on him, what could it have been
drunk with hate, she knows its too late
drunk with shame, he is to blame
why she cries, she regrets her lies
why he thinks, and no emtion with drinks
they lie by thier rebounds in two diffrent beds
regretfully wishing it was each ther insted
